[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

"Mother, the caravan is here."

The boy in the turban put down the cloth in his hand and shouted.

This small town is close to the desert, but it is the last prosperous place on the border. Every few days, a caravan comes to sell goods.

The old and frail proprietress wiped her hands, and as soon as she turned around, she saw a machete resting on her neck.

"Officer, officer."

Her voice was flattering, and the factory guard in brocade clothes snorted coldly:

"Have you ever seen this man?"

The proprietress looked at the painting in his hand, but she was a handsome young man wearing a bamboo hat. Although there are caravans coming and going in this small town, it is sparsely populated. If there are strangers, they will not be able to escape everyone's eyes.

The proprietress glanced at her, quickly retracted her gaze, and murmured in a low voice, "It seems that I stayed in an inn in the town for one night before."

The young factory guard narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he was about to ask carefully, he saw horseshoes kicking up dust, quickly put away his knife and knelt on the ground.

The proprietress pulled the child over and followed suit.

"Do you have eyebrows?"

The horse's hooves stopped slightly, and the man walking in the front wearing the heavy gauze dark golden black hat asked indifferently.

The voice was a little hoarse, but it sounded like dark streaks of quicksand wantonly, causing the girl in the street to blush.

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, and waited for the young factory guard who was kneeling beside her to look at her, and said slowly:

"The person in the painting slept overnight in the inn in the town yesterday, so I don't know if he is here today."

As soon as her words fell, the horse's hooves were gone.

The young factory guard got on his horse and threw an ingot of silver at the cloth stall before leaving.

There is only one inn in this town, and now it is holding funerals.

The person walking in front reined in the reins, went down and knocked on the door.

The sky has gradually darkened, and entering the desert at this time is tantamount to seeking a dead end, and the sandstorm alone is enough to make people lose their skin.Therefore, no matter whether the person in the painting is still here or not, they all decided to stay for one night.

It is difficult to see the full moon in the desert, and the white lanterns in front of the door are reflected in the distant moonlight, which is inexplicably permeating.

The young factory guard knocked for a long time but no one came, cold sweat gradually rolled down his forehead.

"Master."

Ma Jinliang got off his horse, cupped his hands and was about to draw out his knife, but he heard the lazy man with slightly squinted eyes say calmly:

"hold on."

What are you waiting for?

Ma Jinliang hesitated, the young factory guard kept knocking on the door, and when No.90 knocked nine times, the dark red wooden door finally opened.

The old door panels creaked, and even the white lantern at the door shook.

The hands of everyone holding the knife tightened, and a timid voice asked: "Do you want to stay?"

The voice was soft, like a mimosa, and it would retract with the slightest touch.

Ma Jinliang narrowed his eyes and said, "A young man wearing a bamboo hat came to the inn yesterday."

His voice was fierce and cold, and the person inside the door who kept his head down turned slightly sideways: "Yes."

She paused and said:

"But it's already in the desert this morning."

The girl was wearing a black hood, her knuckles on the door trembled and turned white when she spoke, and she seemed a little panicked.

The appearance of such a weak woman in the desert is already arousing suspicion.

Ma Jinliang carefully glanced at the man on horseback.

The wind at the border was strong, and the white lantern swayed and slowly went out, and only for a moment, the face of the man in the mist was reflected.

Wu Qun could clearly see the dark blue flying fish suit under the man's black crane, with gold thread trim, and the narrow cuffs were full of rain and clouds.

The fingers holding the rein were long and soft, like a knife.

Just one glance makes people can't help but bow their heads.

"Overseer?"

Ma Jinliang asked in a low voice.

Quietly in the empty night, the young man slowly turned his eyes to the shivering girl by the door.

The hood was so big that it almost covered most of her face, but the exposed skin was very white, delicate and pale like snow.

The dark green gilt moved slightly, and the man in the flying fish suit let out a low cough, and slowly took off the veil on the bottom.

"Stay here for one night."

He said lightly.

Ma Jinliang responded and quickly opened the door.

Such a person with a fierce and cold appearance and one-eyed cruelty is perfectly flattering.

The candles in the main hall were lit, reflecting a coffin.

And still burning incense.

The girl in the black hood trembled slightly: "There is mourning at home, so if you don't mind the officials, come in."

She didn't dare to raise her head when she spoke, her rustling voice tickled her heart.

Many people's eyes have shown a look of distraction.

The footsteps of the man called the Governor paused slightly:

"What's your name?"

he asked in a low voice.

That voice was hoarse than the quicksand of this desert, and the cool breath sprayed in my ears.

The girl with the hood had red ears, reflecting the thin snow-white neck, very moving.

"My name is Aqun."

she said softly.

The man with solitary brows and eyes chuckled softly: "That's a good name."

Wu Qun kept her head down all the time, and could only see the slender, soft and cold fingers under the dark blue narrow sleeves.

Pale and lonely.

The dark red wooden door closed slowly, keeping the sand and dust out.

The man called the Lord lived upstairs alone.

After Wu Qun arranged the room downstairs, she wanted to leave.

But suddenly someone grabbed his wrist.

"My lord."

The shy girl frowned slightly, her voice a little panicked.

The thin, animal-like voice made the young factory guard look lewd/evil.

The white hand in the sleeve held the candlestick and swayed in the aisle.

The man seemed to be possessed, and lowered his voice, "You and I will spend the night with you, and I will give you 50 taels of silver."

As he spoke, the hand holding the snowy wrist became tighter, almost crushing the girl.

Wu Qun slightly turned her face away, avoiding the man's approaching breath.

Her terrified appearance is really beautiful, the snow-white chin outside the hood is slightly pink, which is much more beautiful than those red cards in the Beijing Youth Building.

He had almost seen her appearance, but he suddenly stopped.

A knife passed through the brocade clothes without making a sound.

Ma Jinliang drew out his knife, and glanced at the woman who was hiding aside and arranging her clothes:

"Go and make a pot of tea upstairs."

He wiped the knife on the bloody path.

Wu Qun nodded, and hurried upstairs, when she reached the stairs, she suddenly turned around, slightly hesitant.

"Thank you, sir."

She leaned down gently and said in a low voice.

The one-eyed and cold-faced man paused and went to the stable.

Everyone lives downstairs, and only one room upstairs is lit.

Wu Qun walked slowly to the door with the teapot in hand, and knocked lightly three times through the door.

Yuhuatian stood by the window and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is the place closest to the desert in the town, and you can see the yellow sand all over the sky through the window.

"My lord."

The girl in the hood called softly.

"come in."

The man said lightly.

The old wooden door was pushed open, Wu Qun lowered her head and put the teapot on the table.

The teacup was dark, making her knuckles white and weak.

The sound of running water was very clear in the silent night. Wu Qun was about to get down after filling a glass, but the man standing quietly by the window suddenly asked, "How long have you been wearing the chains on your feet?"

His voice was faint, and his meaning was somewhat unclear at night.

The girl who was all wrapped up in black did have a pair of chains on her feet.

But she walked silently, no one noticed except Yuhuatian.

Wu Qun shrank her feet tremblingly, the red marks on her snow-white wrists were particularly obvious from the shackles. These shackles were for slaves.

At the border, the aliens were mostly traded as livestock, and their feet were chained to prevent them from escaping.

The girl had also been a slave.

She lowered her head and dared not speak, for fear that this lonely young man called the governor would be sent back to the black market.

The wind picked up again in the town, and the windows were cracked by the dust.

The man standing by the window with his hands behind his back sighed slightly.

Wu Qun lowered her eyes, and saw that the dark green flying fishbone gold was flickering, like a coquettish knife.

"Don't send me back."

She hesitated and begged in a low voice.

That soft voice is like a flower that withers in the desert at any time, so tender and inviting to be cared for.

A pair of black spiked gold official boots appeared in front of Wu Qun.

The lonely young man reached out to grab the snow-white chin, his fingertips were cold.

The faint callus was imprinted on the delicate skin with some itchiness.

Wu Qun was forced to raise her head.

The hood covering his face slowly slid down, revealing a pair of golden and blue pupils.

Those eyes hadn't seen light for a long time, and suddenly some hazy mist appeared in the light of the candlelight.

Wu Qun blinked, and then felt that cold fingertips gently stroking the moisture at the end of her eyes:

"gorgeous."

The man sighed softly.

There was a hint of bewitching in his tone, which made the beauty's face gradually turn red.

"The black market in Longmen is not easy. How did you escape?"

Yuhuatian leaned slightly and asked in her ear.

He knew that she was a slave, so naturally he also knew that she was a stranger here.

The one lying in the coffin is the real innkeeper.

The man's sideways eyes looked lonely like a demon, and his pale fingertips gently picked up a handful of black hair and sniffed.

Perhaps it was too itchy, Wu Qun laughed lightly.

The golden and blue double handles are like the mist rising from the moon, gentle and seductive under the candlelight:

"I killed them, and they came out naturally."

The black hood had completely slipped off, revealing an exquisite dark feather skirt.

The soft sword was inlaid on the slender waist like silver satin, and it looked like Yingying couldn't hold it.

Her face was slightly stained with rouge, as if she was shy, but many people died under the gentle soft sword.

Yuhuatian touched those eyes and smiled softly:

"Good girl."

The wind was blowing in the desert not far away.

The yellow sand rolled up the corpses and slowly sank. I don't know how many people from the rivers and lakes who passed by died here.

But there are always people who are greedy for treasures and continue to follow.

'Dabai Shangguo', the long eyelashes of the beauty in black gauze slightly trembled, covering the streamer in the eyes.

But only the dead can get the treasure~